Never mind that any kind of honourific made her feel so old, there was work to do here. Minimal work, sure, but no reason to go around nitpicking what people called her. At least she could take comfort in the fact that she would not be known as a Mrs anything any time soon.
Jubilee indicated to the three comfortable chairs lining one wall of the office, a small coffee table in front, with a stack of folders and envelopes identical to the one Kevin had handed her. She was supposed to go through all this today, Jubilee remembered as she sat down in one of the chairs, brushing away some papers to make space on the table. All this? Wasn't getting done today.
Motioning for Kevin to sit, Jubilee opened the envelope's flap and let the sketches slide into her hand. She flipped through them with appropriate speed. "Looks good," she nodded, flipping back through the pages to look at some roughly scribbled out measurements, with new ones underneath. "I see you've received the new specifications for the designs. How quickly can you come up with a sample? It's not urgent, but the filler tables we have in its place right now are really not ideal."
Look at her, talking business. This profession Jubilee was a rare occurrence, and it was so difficult to maintain.